Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening
So much wasted time with snorting smoking and drinking
Energized and still going
Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.
Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons
These kids, smoking gasoline, i plead the fifth
Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma
Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana
I was exceeding while you were smoking the bud,
With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck
Used to sell dope up on the bloke
I just know i'm that dope
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